Az Ön által felkeresett topic fegyverek, ill. annak látszó eszközök
forgalmazásával kapcsolatos adatokat is tartalmazhat.
Felhívjuk figyelmét, hogy csak akkor lépjen be, ha Ön fegyverek forgalmazásával
vagy felhasználásával hivatásszerűen foglalkozik, és a honlap látogatása nem
eredményezi valamely Önre vonatkozó jogszabály vagy egyéb szabályozás
rendelkezéseinek megsértését.
Az Port.hu Kft. a fórum számára kizárólag tárhelyet szolgáltat, a honlapon
megjelenő információk vonatkozásában szerkesztői felelősséget nem vállal.
Amennyiben megítélése szerint a honlapon jogellenes tartalom jelenik meg, úgy
azt kérjük, jelezze az Port.hu Kft. mint tárhelyszolgáltató felé.
Gondolom most csak vicceltel. A kinaiak mar a 70-es evekben kepeztek a ZANU eroit, de lehet a ZIPRA-val is foglalkoztak. Kikepzo taboraik voltak Mozambikban biztosan, de lehet, hogy Zambiaban es magaban Rhodeziaban is. Remelem Mickey majd kijavit ha tevedek. Azota szoros a kapcsolat kozottuk. Amugy ha jol sejtem nem egy Zim-beli jart Kinaban is " iskolaba". Nem lennek meglepve, ha Kinaban is mukodott volna egy a Patrice Lumumbahoz hasonlo intezmeny. Ugyebar szeretnek masolni.
Amugy tenyleg. Mozambikban mi a helyzet jelenleg. Ott ha jol tudom meg sokkal tovabb ment egy full scale partizan haboru.
Miert, kell ahhoz tudni olvasni? A biztosított az adja magát, a másik kettőt meg majd kitapasztalja... Egyébként meg komolyan, az ottani férfilakosság szerinted mit tanul meg hamarabb: olvasni, vagy AK-val lőni?
csak hogy fokozzuk az izgalmakat.. vagy 20 kinai tiszt csekkolt be zimbabwei katonai egyenruhaban.....Mutareban a holiday innbe:)))) ezt az inkognitot:)
jah anno azt hiszem vegigmentuk az ugyon... az a hetvege annyira piros volt... hogy a BW akinek ugye kifut az army is.. van QRF je... legi illetve snipertamogatasa... torolt minden DoS missziot...
ez van amikor egy cegnek egy szerzodese van.. es reszben emiatt is a cliens parancsol...
OFF nagyon figyelmetlen lettem a forumon az utobbi idoben:))))elsiklottam a lenyeg felett..
Mick en 6 honap break utan jottem most ide vissza ... hogy a kaki visszakeruljon a loba legalabb.... de tavolletem alatt csak a hires tortenetek maradtak a hungaricumokrol...dolgozom az ugyon ,hogy erositsuk a jelenletet...de az idom is rövid...... és sajnos akinek jo a cvje... annak nem jo a timing... akinek meg jo a timing... ott en hulye nem hazudtam eleget a cv-be....
amugy a helyzetrol nem lehet sokat mondani... termeszetesen sokkal összetettebb... mint azt a tv leadta...már ahol leadta...annyira rosszul nem birjak az ehseget az itteni nepek... hogy csak emiatt rongaljanak...
PS ja es az az imadni valo media... 5 halottat mondott az egy het alatt... csak a kozvetlen konyeken tobb volt.pedig ez nem a cite soleil...de hat iraqbodycount utan szabadon:DDD
ON
volt egy privatim kerdesem .... :)) az sem baj ha nincs info...
jahh az uj dod info.. meg az article32... tegnap cibaltak birosag elé.. az iraqi-canadian fazont ...
South Africa approved a transit permit this week for the shipment of tons of weapons and ammunition destined for Zimbabwe. A Chinese ship with almost three million rounds of ammunitions for small arms and AK-47s, about 3 500 mortars and mortar launchers, as well as 1 500 rockets for rocket-propelled grenades (RPGs) arrived in Durban Harbour on Monday shortly before the permit was issued. According to a copy that Beeld has of the ship's cargo documentation, it was finalised on April 1, three days after Zimbabwe's election. It was not known when the order for the weapons had been placed. An inspection by the South African customs authority deemed this consignment "risky" and further shipment was halted for the moment. According to the South African Revenue Service (SARS), who are responsible for customs control, the six containers in which the weapons had been packed would be inspected by SARS and police officials on Thursday to determine whether they were, indeed, suspect. 'A question of morality' Part of the shipment apparently also was destined for "clients" in South Africa. Arms-control experts said on Wednesday that there was technically probably nothing wrong with the weapons transaction between China and Zimbabwe, nor with the issuing of the transport permit. Guy Lamb of the Institute for Security Studies said: "It's not a question of illegality, but rather of morality, in light of the tense situation in Zimbabwe, especially if it was to contribute to the situation exploding." The weapons were supposed to be transported by road from Durban to Harare. Besides the transport permit issued by the National Conventional Arms Control Committee (NCACC), a clearance permit from the explosives department of the police is still needed before the shipment can be released. Minister of Justice Mosiuoa Lekota and Minister of Provincial and Local Government Sydney Mufamadi, who is also the chairperson of the NCACC, or their directors-general usually issue these kinds of permits in consultation with the National Intelligence Service, the Secret Service and the Department of Foreign Affairs. Mufamadi is also part of President Thabo Mbeki's mediation team handling the election crisis in Zimbabwe. Noseweek's Martin Welz brought the shipment's arrival to the media's attention on Wednesday. The Transnet port authority confirmed that the Chinese ship, the An Yue Jiang, anchored in Durban harbour on Tuesday after they had allowed it access in terms of certain protocols. Not in actual harbour yet However, when customs personnel examined the ship's manifesto and the documentation specifying the cargo they found, in collaboration with the police, that the cargo was a "potential risk" because there was something wrong with the documents. According to SARS, the ship was not in the harbour, but within the boundaries of the harbour. The ship was due to enter the harbour on Thursday after which the containers would be opened and all the contents would be inspected. If the SARS officials saw anything suspicious in the consignment it would be referred to the Foreign Affairs Department. The law consequently would determine if the ship or the cargo should be seized. Lamb said it was strange for a shipment of weapons for Zimbabwe to be sent via Durban because the Mozambican harbour town, Beira, had always been used for the shipment of Zimbabwe's military equipment which was then sent by train to Harare. This route was the shortest, fastest route from a port to Harare. SA playing neutral role Lamb said the shipment's timing was reason for great concern and one which the South African authorities needed to consider. He thought that the debacle potentially could badly undermine the mediation process in Zimbabwe, in which South Africa was supposed to play a cardinal, neutral role. The ministries of defence and foreign affairs referred all enquiries to Mufamadi's office, but no comment was available at the time of going to press.
Ha a nő bejelentés nélkül, ismeretlen helyi kocsikkal, helyinek öltözve megy el a párthoz, vagy legalább annyit megtesznek, hogy egy megbízható (mabelle szerint nemtom van-e ilyen :-) ) irakit végigküldenek az útvonalon felderíteni, valszeg ma is élnének, max egy interjúval lenne nekik kevesebb...
Vagy legalább annyit megtett volna a nő, hogy utánagúglézik, beszél a kollégáival, hogy mi a faszra is készül tulképpen.
Így utólag okosak vagyunk, de ettől még kétségtelen, hogy amit el lehetett baszni, azt elbaszták.
Nem en bloc a németeket patkányoztam.....hülye lennék,bennem is van sváb(annyira hogy német pornót megnézek,francia szinkronnal:)) Azért nekem az aktiv német katona szabadságon tipus,aki Libiában képez......Lecsó.:) De én még vadgerle sem vagyok ugyhogy......
Azert ne patkanyozzuk le a nemeteket,sok jo katonat adtak a vilagnak. A konkret eset kapcsan a nemetek hivatkoznak a 70-es evek vege ota letezo kulonbozo szerzodeseikre a libiaiakkal aminek a vedelmi kapcsolatok fejezetebe tuszakoljak bele a kikepzest..meghogy Kadhafi testorseget is kepeztek..na igen..jol latta valaki..valoszinuleg a noi gardahoz odaengedtek oket:)) persze ettol fuggetlenul a noi testorseget valoban europai instruktorok kepeztek. A hivatkozassal amugy csak egy gond van. Hogy az emlitett nemet sracok nem a nemet allam szerzodeseinek kereteben voltak kint,hanem az aktiv allomanyuak szabadsagon,a volt belugyisek meg sima szerzodessel.tulajdonkeppen egy maganceg alkalmazasaban dolgoztak. Ergo vadludak...nem patkanyok:)
Zim..ott kemeny idoszak ele neznek az emberek.Most marcsak azon megy a politikai hirig hogy a ellenzek vagy a kiugrott zanusok legyenek az uj politikai vezeto reteg.Ehhez tarsulnak a helyi viszonyok,totalis munkanelkuliseg,minosithetetlen korrupcio es inflacio(amugy a zimbabwei bankjegyeket is egy nemet ceg szallitja..Harareban nyomjak ra a bianko papirra az eppen aktualis osszeget..mar valami tobb szaz millios tetelnel tartanak..kb mint anno a pengo..Mugabe kozben utolso eselykent ismet kijatszotta a volt katonak kartyat.Igyekezett ugy beallitani az ellenzeki aktivitast mint a volt katonak elleni fellepest.A maradek feher farmer foldjere ismet foldfoglalast hirdetett,ez lett volna a felmilitans regi garda lekenyerezese,csakhogy a multkori foldreform ota,amikor eluldoztek mindenkit akinek foldje es szakertelme volt rajottek hogy nem ertenek a mezogazdasaghoz....ehinseg is lett belole,azota se kepesek kiheverni..persze hogy a regi katonak basztak ugrani erre a "dijazasra"..gyakorlatilag a munkajuk bere az ehenhalas lett volna:)))) Amugy voltak torekvesek miliciak felfegyverzesere de akkora a gazdasagi kaosz hogy alig lenne ember aki vallana ber nelkul..kozben evtizedek ota eloszor a katonasagnal is jelentos lett az ellenzeket tamogatok szama,igy most a helyzet roviden es hetkoznapi modon(mert az analizis hosszu es bonyolult):a humanitarius katasztrofa es a polgarhaboru pengejen tancol ez a hatalmas orszag.Katonailag vedhetetlen,a belso rend csak a teljes osszeomlas elkerulesere koncentral.Mugabenak vege.Az uj politikai vezetes barmilyen formajaban alkalmatlan lesz a helyzet normalizasara,a segito kezet Kina fogja majd hozni de ezzel alapvetoen tovabb folyik majd a korrupt allam altal vezenyelt orszag vergodese.Kina igy olyan hatalmas es potencialis terulet felett tud majd diszponalni ami a jelenlegi SA es Zim kapcsolatok eletbentartasa mellett gazdasagi kiszolgaltottsag fele viszi SA-t is az ipar es a nyersanyagkitermeles kapcsan.Kina adott esetben annak a kulfoldi allamok laza kozosseget is jelenti akikkel egyedul Zimnek politikai kapcsolatai vannak.oroszok,venezuela,stb...
-a hölgy hívása megerősíti a merénylők infóját hogy jön
-az Iszlám Párt beli tégla csekkolja az infót, van egy hozzávetőleges időpontjuk
-a szállodát figyelők megerősítik az indulást, a feltételezett útvonalon elhelyezett ellenörzőpontok bejelentik a konvoj útvonalát, van összesen olyan 1 órájuk összegyújteni és elhelyezni a támadócsoportot és a fedező csoportot
-hölgy szerelésének a leírása megvan, megállapítható hogy melyk kocsiban van, arra kell koncentrálni : a középső
"She has a trip planned for this morning, her first in her new job at the National Democratic Institute."
"how could this trip to such a dangerous place have been approved? It seems like a clear f–––up. Yarmouk is considered one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Baghdad. Bad things happened at their headquarters. Two Iraqi journalists were killed while leaving a press conference there—kidnapped and executed—six months ago."
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A hölgy elsőre fejest ugrik a legmélyebb szarba, a biztonságiak meg asszisztálnak hozzá.
Üdv Plieur Emlékszem rájuk....mármint cikkekből,minden német szuka aki tul ronda volt hogy megk.....a magát,oda állt be robbantani. Nem nagyon értettem akkor se ,miért pont ott?Biztos az NDK szponzorálta őket. Na de ezek a Fatherland szine ,virága.....az elit elitje.....hogy kapnák be. Nem igaz hogy annyira gyikok hogy az elklenséget képzik.....látni hogyx az eskü,meg az adott szó szart se ér. Csak az uj kocsimobilnő........
Nem tudom hogy volt annak idejen az NSZK-ban, de van egy olyan sejtesem, hogy akkoriban jobban fostak a Baader-Meinhoff - tol, mint ma a Kaidatol. Plane hogy ha jol tudom szerettek magukat specializalni a "fontos" szemelyekre. Meg hat ott volt nekik tamogatasnak a keleti szomszedok.
Zimben gyakorlatilag Mugabe bukott,ido kerdese a totalis kaosz.Az analizis olyan atfogo hogy erre most nincs idom.akit erdekel kovesse..
ellenben volt egy csomo olyan tema amit megint senki nem reagalt..
pl..nemet instruktorok Libiaban..(botrany Nemetbe),a haiti esemenyek(sok ott a magyar contractor..:)),a francia bevetes Somaliaban,csak,hogy a legerdekesebbeket kiemeljem..
Irakhoz tobbet a cikkeknel nem tudok tenni,a BW ujitasrol tudtam,az uj DoD dologrol nem..
Kösz a cikket. Régi igazság hogy a világ legősibb mesterségét jobban megfizetik és kevésbé kockázatos mint a második legrégibbet. Úgy néz ki nyílt szezon van segélymunkásokra, demokráciát tanítgatókra...meg testőrékre.
Legyek durva és cinikus, én a földit sajnálom, nem azt a csodálatos hölgyet.
jahh igaz.... elfogadom a kritikat ...csunya hiba:((..vigyaznom kell.... sokat forumozok...még az en agyam is kisimul.... .. (oszt ki tudja .. talan úgyis lehet élni)
amugy van ami mellett birkaturelem mellett is nehez elmenni szo nelkul:)) igy nem megyek..
5 ev utan ki akarnak talalni egy cikkelyt... (ami egyebkent kamu lesz) hogy az illegalis DoD miliciak valamifele kontroll ala keruljenek... .. es 5 ev BW , Aegis es tarsai kacsavadaszat, etcetc tobbezer eset utan ugy 7-8 napja megvan az elso feljelentes.....
egy 32 eves iraqi-canadai contractor aki anbarban hasbaszurt egy orbodeban egy masik contractort....... :DDDD es ezek utan nem ertik....miert ilyen nepszeruek.....
szoval az amokfutas folytatodik.. jah kozben BW 1 evre ujraszerzodott... hogy malikit meg rohelyessebbé tegyek...
On Jan. 17, 2007, a group of armed insurgents ambushed and killed an idealistic 28-year-old American who was working in Baghdad for the nonprofit National Democratic Institute, along with three private security contractors who were accompanying her. Before her death, Andrea (Andi) Parhamovich and NEWSWEEK reporter Michael Hastings had been preparing to announce their engagement, and the tragedy impelled him to write a book about this extraordinary woman and the vision that took her to Iraq while the bloodshed was at its worst. In this excerpt, Hastings reconstructs the day she died. Andi wakes up Wednesday morning in Baghdad. She takes an hour to get ready. She showers, brushes her teeth, and thinks about placing a Crest whitening strip on her smile. She eats only a Zone bar, high nutrition, and drinks a bottle of Ocean Spray cranberry juice from her small refrigerator. Her room is in the Ramal Hotel off Karrada Street on the fourth floor. It is a two-star establishment pretending to be four-star. Lots of gold and dark reds. There is only a single bed in her double room; she asked for the second bed to be taken out to make space for her yoga mat. The drapes on her window overlooking the compound are always closed. She puts on her jeans, a long-sleeved white button-down shirt, and a navy blue blazer. She checks her email on a laptop with a wireless connection, sends a message to her friend in New York, giving advice on relationship troubles. She grabs her black bag and folder with pen and paper. She closes and locks the door. Andi walks down the four floors, says good morning to the owner of the hotel, who stands behind the front desk in a suit. She waves at the boy who cleans her room and brings her room service, light meals of hummus and tea. She steps around the metal detector at the hotel entrance, checks to make sure she has her mobile phone, then steps out into the isolated world of her compound. It is a self-contained fortress: two barely functioning hotels facing each other across a narrow, closed-off street, an entire city block taken over by the organizations that live and work inside the compound. There is sun today, a clear sky, but at this hour it is still chilly. Her office is inside the compound, protected from the main avenue by checkpoints and tall concrete walls. It takes her only a minute to walk there. She passes about a dozen vehicles, some armored white SUVs, others armored sedans, parked underneath an awning. She arrives at her desk about 9 a.m. She has a trip planned for this morning, her first in her new job at the National Democratic Institute. Compound life can be stifling, and she is looking forward to getting out into the city. She sits down and calls her interpreter, who tells her the meeting is still on. The interpreter will meet her at the Iraqi Islamic Party headquarters in Yarmouk, a neighborhood on the other side of the city. She calls the head of security, telling him she'll be ready to go soon. The security team is waiting outside, four European private security guards and three Iraqi drivers. Across the Tigris River, other men are preparing for her arrival. A few of them were up earlier, most likely for prayer. They have names, though most don't use them. They are cousins and brothers. They drink chai and start to move to their cars. They stash weapons--AK-47s, grenades, and a heavy machine gun--in the trunk of an orange and white Opel. They load up two more cars. The leader's cell phone rings. The ring tone is an Islamic prayer he downloaded from the Internet. The rest of the men are used to it, they know it is his phone. He gets confirmation. She is coming. She is blond, American. They even have a name. The first thing out of the mouth of anyone I talk to-- Iraqis, my journalist friends, my military contacts, the security personnel--is, how could this trip to such a dangerous place have been approved? It seems like a clear f---up. Yarmouk is considered one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Baghdad. There was no need to meet members of the IIP, a party known to have ties with insurgent groups, at their headquarters. Bad things happened at their headquarters. Two Iraqi journalists were killed while leaving a press conference there--kidnapped and executed--six months ago. I know all this. I know the Iraqi Islamic Party is shady. I know they are hypocrites. I know most political parties in Iraq are complicit in the killing that is taking place in the country. Why did I not put all of it together when Andi told me she was going to visit with the IIP days earlier? All I said was, Be careful. I know, I know, I know. You cannot blame yourself, I am told. Yes I can. I can blame myself and I can blame everybody. Blame is easy. Blame is easier than living with this terrible sadness and despair. This afternoon, a few security guards from NDI dropped off Andi's belongings at the NEWSWEEK bureau. Two large black trunks--the trunks I had brought to her two weeks earlier. Four suitcases. Two unopened cardboard care packages--they arrived on Thursday--FedEx boxes from her family and my family. Her laptop bag with her personal computer. In her laptop bag I find pictures of her and her two nieces. Folders from work. Letters that my father has written her. Gifts I have given her: a small gold Kurdistan pendant and a necklace I had bought for her from a woman in the West Bank, the digital camera I gave her for Christmas in Vermont. A few books: Marie Antoinette, Twain's Joan of Arc, the biography of Empress Sisi I bought her when we were in Vienna. I open up the care packages, and inside are finger paintings from Kayla and Abby, her nieces, with yellow hearts saying LOVE ANDI. I take out her clothes--the blue sweatshirt of mine she liked to wear, my favorite top of hers, the white one she wore when she met me in Vienna, her blue scarf and mittens. I take her perfume. I find a plastic bag of extra large men's T-shirts, including one that says HUNGARIAN INTERNATIONAL SHOOTING CLUB. I assume it belongs to the dead Hungarian guard who was in Andi's car. Later that afternoon, the security manager from NDI calls. "You don't happen to have T-shirts, do you? Extra large? They belong to the bodyguard in the third car." "Yes, I do." "I'll come by and pick them up," he says. And then, "He's agreed to meet with you if you want. He's at the NDI compound in the [Green Zone]." "I'd like to talk to him." A few hours later, I drive with NEWSWEEK's security manager "X" to meet the surviving guard. Let's call him Jacob. He was one of the two survivors in the third car. He's from a small town in Hungary. His English is okay. He was shot in the arm, but is doing fine. "I'm sorry we couldn't do more," he says, and then he starts talking, and I stare at him, listening. He's a thick six feet two with a square head and soft brown hair. He's wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. He has a cut on his chin and what look like stitches. He seems a bit shaky. "She wasn't the only one who was killed, you know," he says. I nod. "My friend, he was in her car. He died, too, he was like a brother to me. He has a wife and a two-year-old baby back in Hungary." I listen. "They don't give a s--t, you know, a [bodyguard] from Hungary gets killed, then it is no big deal, but she wasn't the only one who died. "And you have to understand," he says, in broken English, "that I am usually in the client car. For the past six months I have been in the client car. I was not in the client car, my friend was instead. Brother to me." So what happened? They were at the IIP compound for about an hour and a half. He says he has been there seven times. That the last trip there was a month ago. I have talked to people with post-traumatic stress disorder before, watched as they recounted their experiences in combat, and he gets the same look as he goes through the events of that day. He is about 15 meters behind her car. For whatever reason--it is unclear to him, or he can't say--her car stops. Four or five men run at the car. At this point, there is a massive amount of shooting. Or maybe there is shooting before, too. The sequence of events, from his telling, is hard to pin down. There is an explosion. The car he is in crashes. Crashes into what? He can't say. The car is receiving fire from all directions--above, to the sides, everywhere, from what he guesses has to be at least 30 shooters. The security team leader, a Croatian, is sitting shotgun in the third car. The Croatian steps out of the car to move toward Andi's vehicle. It is unclear whether the explosion has happened yet, whether there still is a vehicle to move to. The team leader, says Jacob, is almost immediately killed. His boss, shot dead. Bullets are now pouring into his car. There is smoke everywhere. Jacob is in the backseat. The driver of his car, an Iraqi, has also been shot. Two hundred rounds hit our car, says Jacob, maybe more. It is hazy, he says, foggy. He doesn't really know what happens next. It sounds like he stays in the car, in the backseat. It seems like he does not return fire or make any attempt to move to Andi's car. Maybe it is too late. Maybe he is in shock. Maybe the training does not kick in, and he is overwhelmed by what is going on. He hunkers down in the car and waits, and at some point he leaves the car to hide in a building with the wounded Iraqi driver of his car. X has been listening carefully to the conversation. "There is tunnel vision," he points out. "When s--t like this happens, it's hard to see everything." I ask if the guards from the Iraqi Islamic Party compound responded. He smirks and shakes his head, no. He tells me a second team of NDI guards arrived maybe 20 minutes after the ambush started. "Twenty minutes is an eternity," says X. Jacob repeats his points. "I am lucky to be alive," he says. "He was a brother. I am sorry we couldn't do more." I nod, yes, lucky. I take down his email address and I thank him for his time. I go back to the bureau, and think about what he told me, and I come to the harsh conclusion that he failed, he froze, he did not return fire. He hid in the backseat. He told me that he was fortunate to have survived. I agree, he might not have been that fortunate had he been doing the job he is paid to do, which is to protect his client, even if it costs him his life. That is why he gets paid. I am sympathetic to his own shock, his own trauma, and I am probably being unfair, but I don't really give a s--t that he lost a friend, another mercenary. I don't give a s--t that he is usually in the client's car, and it was only the fate of switching with his friend that saved him. I care only that Andi is dead, murdered, and that she was not protected.
